Chang Xiao's eyes remained open, and Madam Chang's tears fell onto the back of his hand. "Xiao'er, my dear Xiao'er, what wish do you still have? Get up and tell your mother!"
She could no longer hold back and threw herself at Chang Xiao's bedside, bursting into tears.
She pounded on the bed and shoved Chang Xiao, saying, "Get up! How will your mother know if you don't tell her?"
Hearing her cries, Chang An wiped away his tears, stepped forward, took Chang Xiao's hand, and said, "Xiao'er, Father will treat your mother well and will never let her down again."
Looking into Chang Xiao's eyes, she slowly closed them.
Madam Chang cried even more bitterly; her son was worried about her.
He couldn't even close his eyes in death, all because of her.
Madam Chang felt even more heartbroken.
"Xiao'er, my dear Xiao'er, if you can't let go of your mother, why did you abandon me?"
Can you really trust what your father says?
"Don't you think about how many times he's lied to Mother in his life? Get up! If you don't get up, he'll bully Mother again."
But Chang Xiao never opened his eyes again. How can a dead person be brought back to life?
They knew the truth, but they were unwilling to accept it. They only had this one son, and now they had to bury him.
"It's all my fault," Chang An said in a low voice.
He knew that no matter who was in danger today, Chang Xiao would save them.
That's just the kind of person he is.
“I’ll go tell that old hag right now and make her happy.”
"My son has finally died as she wished. She must be happy now." With that, Madam Chang picked up her knife and rushed towards where Old Madam Chang was.
At this moment, Old Madam Chang was hiding alone in the cellar of her house. She was old and couldn't go far, so it was better for her to stay at home.
When Madam Chang arrived, she searched everywhere and made a mess of the house.
Seeing this scene, Chang An could only throb with anger, saying, "Madam, please stop making a scene."
At this time, who would benefit from finding Old Madam Chang?
"Making a scene?" Madam Chang turned around, her gaze icy. "Ha, he's not your son, so of course you don't care."
Since you say I'm making a scene, I'll make a scene for you to see.
She raised the knife in her hand and began hacking wildly around the room.
Only when the room was in complete disarray did she smile faintly and say, "Chang An, I wouldn't mind chopping you and that old hag together."
Anyway, I have nothing left.
As for the grandson, his daughter-in-law is taking care of him.
Chang An took a deep breath and looked at Madam Chang, saying, "We're still at war. What good will it do you to do this?"
"Are you only happy when my grandmother dies?"
"Yes." Madam Chang couldn't even manage a cold laugh anymore; so that's what she thought of her.
They had endured all this for his sake; had they ever thought of taking his grandmother's life?
Their demands were so humble, so humble that they didn't even dare to think of exchanging one life for another.
"Very well, very well. My Chang family has truly married a good daughter-in-law, yet she is so vicious." Chang An was also furious and said these words subconsciously.
Once the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them, but it was too late to take them back.
Madam Chang said calmly, "I have already divorced you. We don't care about being a daughter-in-law of the Chang family. When Xiao'er is buried, I will make him take my surname, and all his descendants will take my surname in the future."
Such a family is not something a mother and son would want.
"What...what did you say?" Hearing the commotion, Old Madam Chang walked out of the cellar, trembling. "You said, Xiao'er is dead?"
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